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uppity down diddy i'm doin well. i am using my hands, do you BELIVE iT!: THAY ARE GOING buck whild while. i wield swords to my brain and then switch them outwards to the planet erob earth. my clothes are covered in charcoal, rubber cement, and sweat. also blood fron exacto knife slash. food. coffee too is all up in my shit. my brain among the rest of it. i d w i w. hi james. hi clare, hi rashida. food feels like sugar plums. good people are embracing the life. hair is greezy i smell funny. cigarettes penetrate--smoke-inducing environment. that is what art school iz. and its cool cause they and we are allll illuminated. lets go nuts.